Didn't anybody see his hand move fasterThan the lightning in his eyesOh! what a cold surprise the flying horses criedAnd didn't anybody want to ask the calliopeTo call the tuneThe flying horses crooned but did not knowThe medicine man sits on the stageEats fire and water, earth and air while we all stareThe silver blade burns brightAnd tells us to bewareOf mirrored passages that throw a thousand imagesOf younger daysThe wheel spins slower as it calls us back to play

Round and round now we goShout your name to the windAs it spins by your sideColoured lights echo as the sound slips on byCould that have been me?